Whereas she travels; to the desert, to the mountains, to the trees, to the seas...

"Feral ~ from feminine of ferus wild: having escaped from domestication and become wild"...

Sunday

'so that you all will know you are having a good Christmas..."

I wanted to do a nice post - maybe a pagaent, or song put on by all the critters here...

I so wanted to make a post about our 13 foot tree and how it took me three days to decorate...

I really wanted to do a post on how I wish I could bring you all the merriest of Christmases'...

Instead Im giving a 15 year old constipated cat named Isabel enemas made up of 50/50 solution of warm water and KY jelly

(which im sure this is NOT what the company had in mind when they made up this stuff)

and slowly unplugging her while she sits on an towel, growling when i open the door,

p'o'ed at the world, checking her kitty litter box in the downstairs cat hospital bathrooom

(where Tomez the burn victim cat lived for awhile after the fire).

An average Cat's life span is 14 years; shes past due her expiration date, but too darn fiesty to believe in statistics anyway...

and dang it if Im going to have a dead cat for Christmas.

"If you want to live I'll help you" is my motto around here, and she wants to live.

so while you are all shopping, having/going to holiday parties, getting your own abode ready for the holidays, wrapping presents and making good things to eat, sharing all the joys of the holidays with loved ones...I get to occasionally stare at the eye of the tiger, the eye of sauron, the blinking eye that spits back... Now just you Think about this whole process of giving an old tough barn cat an enema if you even want to complain one iota this holiday season, because I would trade spaces with you in a heartbeat on this one...give me your fractious mother in law, your cranky dad, your lazy spouse, because after what I have been doing the last two days,

I know I can handle 'em easily...with rubber gloves on.

At this point in my life, im pretty sure I solely exist to make people feel better about their own lives.

Oh you make my ice storm no travel and slippery but pretty thing a piece of cake. Merry Christmas my friend if anyone can do this I know you can because you are Super Feral and nothing is going to change your wonderful Christmas. HUGS HUGS xoxo

Oh, Janice! I'm sorry you are having this "interesting" experience at this time of year. Maybe in 2014 you should jump from timber cruiser to vet; the prospects seem promising, based on this experience! I do trust you and Isabel will arrive in 2014 none the worse for the wear of all this!

Christmas Blessings and Bear hugs!

P.S.: When you have a moment, please send along a picture of your 13 foot tree, and decorations. We don't need picture of Isabel.

When my cranky dad starts getting under my skin (guaranteed to happen), I will think of you and your enemas ... well, the enemas you are giving, not getting ... and I'll laugh and feel better. I hope Isabel pulls through.

OK! I'll make the trade....You can't have my Shug or my spouse....so you do the math! I can't believe I said that out loud. Santa is not going to come to my house now. Darn it!Have a Poopy Christmas! I mean that in a Merry way!!!

Ewwww....I mean sounds lovely....really I feel terrible for you and your feline. I hope you both find relief before Christmas so you can both enjoy it more....and then maybe you can post some pics of what I am sure is a beautiful tree. In spite of your spitting cat please all of you have a wonderful Christmas.

I am feral, so although I dont respond at all like most domesticated bloggers, I will try my best - Thank you for even wanting to leave a comment, as it may draw me out from the woods from whence I came!